Like every Buddhist places I’ve been so far, I notice that a strong and peaceful feeling invaded me as soon as I stepped in. It is maybe all the prayers and the meditation done in one place, or the contact of the cold stones on my barefeet, or maybe this vibrant and intense gold shining over the white stupas and pagodas…

   
    
  
It is not a silent place. You’ll hear the vibrant gongs, th laugh of teenagers visiting with their school or holly songs by prayers, explanations by some guides telling in every languages the why and how and what things about the place and the casual talks of the family relaxing and eating in the shadow. 

Around the big pagoda, a range of little temples and statues are dedicated to each day’s of the week. You can take a goblet, fill it with water and wash the buddha representing the day of your birth. The tradition is to drop on the statue as much goblets of water as the number of years you are to wash your life of bad energies and one more, for the year to come. Twenty nine goblets later, I let the place to others prayers and I went back to my hotel, feeling really really really pure.